#but kinda hockey

[obsob]

once more around the sun!! :3

[adelphenium]

aucember day 2: mattdrai + corporate au 📈

[puckinghischier]

Currently sitting here daydreaming about being on the boat with the Hughes boys. Like, just imagine sitting in front of where Jack is as his hands rest against your shoulders where he’s softly massing your bare shoulders as he’s talking with Quinn and Luke as he cheekily plays with the strings of your bikini top, but you go to playfully slap his hand away as he’d chuckle and lean down to kiss your head as he’d pull you in closer as he’d whisper, “Sorry, pretty girl. Just can’t help myself when you look so beautiful. You know what that bikini does to me.”

“no, seriously, i think he’s gonna be even better this year. have you seen the work he’s been putting in this summer? the man is basically the hulk now,” luke rambles on, talking about someone on an opposing team, the name lost on you, not having tuned in to the full conversation.

you’re too busy feeling the warm sun on your darkening skin, basking in the feeling of being on the water.

“okay, you’re exaggerating a bit. he’s definitely been working hard, but he’s only worrying about strength, not skill or stamina,” you hear quinn’s voice respond.

you’re listening intently for clues at this point, too nosy for your own good, wanting to figure out who they’re talking about, but you can’t be bothered enough to ask.

“he’s definitely gotta work on his diet, too. heard he eats nothing but sugar and junk after games. can’t be helping the stats any,” your own boyfriend chimes in, nearly being able to feel the words leave his body as you’re leaned up against him, letting him rub soothing circles on your bare shoulders.

quinn and luke both mumble something in return, but you’re distracted by the switch up in rhythm of your lazy massage. his hands creep down farther towards the front of your shoulders, brushing your exposed collar bones.

leaning farther back, letting him know how much you like the new pattern, you force yourself back into sleuth mode.

“i just can’t imagine paying that much for a personal trainer out in LA just to throw it all away with bad habits. heard he’s been partying like crazy, too,” it’s quinn’s voice that gives you the clues.

LA? so they’re talking about someone from either the kings or the ducks.

as you’re running through your mental roster of each team, you feel the small strip of fabric on your shoulder be lifted from your skin, jack’s fingers slipping underneath to caress the soft skin there.

you keep yourself focused on your train of thought, knowing trevor has an affinity for sugary snacks and junk food, but surely they’re not talking about him?

“it just seems like a waste to me. kid’s got a lot of potential, but seems like he’s throwing it away before he even gets started,” your ears perk at the sound of luke’s voice.

so they’re talking about a prospect? or a rookie?

focusing even harder, thinking back to all of the conversations of jack’s you’ve overheard concerning this season’s prospects, you try to remember any mention of a player that fits the criteria.

however, all that focus you’re channeling goes straight to the feeling of one of your thin straps loosening dangerously. snapping your eyes open, you turn your head to try and see what happened, noticing large, nimble fingers toying with the half-untied not.

you bring your hand up immediately to swat his out of the way, clamping it down to stop any wardrobe malfunctions from occurring.

saying nothing, you turn ever so slightly to glare up at him, noticing the cheeky smile on his face as he looks at his brothers.

you bring your other hand over to re-tie the knot, huffing when you feel his rough hands move to the other shoulder, already toying with the other strap.

“would you stop it? we’re on a boat with your brothers. behave,” you quietly scold so that only he could hear, not wanting to disrupt the conversation you were trying so hard to decipher.

he glanced down at you, smirking before leaning his mouth down to your ear. “sorry, pretty girl. just can’t help m’self. look so pretty in all these colors,” he whispers against your skin, letting his hot breath fan over the sensitive spot behind your ear.

you shiver slightly, craning your neck to give him access to more of your skin, the sensation making you unable to focus on anything else.

“know you wore it just for me. s’my favorite, told you that, didn’t i?” he asks you, focusing his touch on your upper arms now, rubbing up and down in a teasing manner, drawing out goosebumps on your smooth skin.

“mmm, can’t remember, did you?” you basically pant out, swallowing a groan at the feeling of his lips placing a kiss to the top of your neck, tongue peeking out only slightly to taste your warm skin. he knows how quickly you fall apart at the action, eliciting the exact reaction he wanted from you.

his chuckle vibrates through your body, but the sound is covered up by the hum of a boat speeding by your stationary one, bringing you back to the reality of where you were.

you sit up, distancing yourself from jack only slightly, eyes glancing around to make sure no one witnessed the little ‘moment’ you and jack just had.

you swallow thickly, willing every nerve in your body to calm the fuck down.

quinn and luke are too wrapped up in their conversation to realize jack hadn’t chimed in for a few minutes, so they were completely oblivious to what he just tried to do.

relief washes over you, sinking back into jack.

“don’t think this is over, sweet girl,” he speaks lowly into your ear once again. “can’t promise they won’t hear just how happy this little suit of yours makes me when we get back to the house,” he finishes, causing your stomach to drop in anticipation.

you gulp as he raises back up, going back to rubbing your shoulders as if nothing ever happened.

“what do you think, jack? think he’s got the stamina to compete?” quinn asks his younger brother, continuing the conversation neither of you were focused on anymore, not noticing how rigid you’ve suddenly become.

“oh, i don’t know. guess we’ll have to see,” he shrugs. “we all know how important stamina is, after all,” he squeezes your shoulders, letting you know his words were meant for you, not his brothers.

when you can practically feel the smirk on his mouth as he said those words, you decided that buying this bikini was both the best and worst decision you made this summer.

[pittsburghpenguinsaffirmations]

guys that clip of flower shouting WOO HOO HOO during the wild vs sharks game is so important to me i’m gonna be thinking about it forever

AFFIRMATION FOR MY FOREVER PENGUIN: NEVER LOSE YOUR WHIMSY

[mattymartin]

↳ CALE OPENS THE SCORING FOR THE AVS | COL v. BUF | 1.2.25

[literally-irreverent]

"There are only seven types of stories" -Nick Miller (New Girl)

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[ruinix]

Goodness.

(New York Islanders @ Vancouver Canucks, November 14, 2024)

[lushrue]

i’ve been seeing a lot of business/ceo aus with the 141, but i’ve been bingewatching “suits” lately so…law firm au?

The 141 Law Group is one of the most prestigious in London. they take on clients that nobody else will, lots of high profile people and large businesses. they have a great reputation for discreteness, getting things done quickly and quietly and mostly above board. 141 handpicks their associates from the top law schools in the UK and it’s an honor to be chosen by them.

jonathan price is managing partner. at the end of the day, it’s him who makes the decisions of what clients to take on, what expenses are necessary and which ones aren’t, and how to handle the difficult cases. he runs the show, and what he says goes. usually mills around in the associate spaces, making sure the firm’s making good investments in the rookies. his background is in criminal law, but getting him in the courtroom is tough these days. he can be tempted out of his cushy corner office on occasion, though.

simon riley is a senior partner, price’s right hand. he was one of the founding partners of the firm, but chose to keep his name off the official paperwork. he has more interest in being a lawyer than a manager, though he likes to throw his weight around from time to time. expert in business law, does a really good job at giving government oversight the finger and finding workarounds for his clients. he has his limits though, won’t help his clients take action that will harm consumers. most people think he’s sleazy and dirty, but there’s a heart of gold underneath that prada suit.

john mactavish is the firm’s numbers guy. we already know he’s good with math, he has to be not to blow himself to bits. he keeps the ledgers balanced and the firm consistently in the green. has a few clients of his own that he advises on strictly financial matters. price brings him on every new client lunch because of his charm and wit, swears they’ve gotten a couple of clients because of johnny’s sense of humor alone. likes the water cooler talk, especially with lawyers in different specializations. this man knows so many random bits and pieces of international law, business law, entertainment law all because of the people he strikes up conversation with.

kyle garrick is the freshest face, hired for a permanent position after being chosen as an associate. aspiring senior partner, would love to co-manage the firm with price someday. he works primarily with international clients, loves the late nights reading up on the laws that govern other countries. he’s great at finding loopholes, just like simon. he’s aggressive in the courtroom when he does get to go, oftentimes as co-counsel with simon or johnny. he’s scribbling notes in every meeting he’s in, soaking in all the information. despite the multiple offers he’s gotten from other firms, his loyalty lies with john.

and then there’s you, their new secretary. simon was hesitant when john announced your hiring at the partners’ meeting, didn’t really think they needed someone fielding calls and making copies when that was what the associates were for. john had purely personal motivations for hiring you, though. poached you from the rival firm, Shadow Company, LLC. while you’d been content enough in your position, phillip graves was a bit of a sleazeball, in your opinion. when price came in with his sweet talk and promise of a signing bonus, you were hooked. nevermind that it took a whole week of morning coffees and tickets to the ballet for johnny to agree to the extra expense. they change their mind when you show up to work in your tight skirt and high heels, eyes bright and ready to start. 

the second you bent over your desk and they caught a glimpse of your lacy thong, it was all over.

[sincerelymarner]

Tell me about the girl

my mother was,

before she traded in

all her girl

to be my mother.

What did she smell like?

How many friends did she have,

before she had no room?

Before I took up so much

space in her prayers,

who did she pray for?

speak to me of my mother, who was she - jasmine mans

credits: the athletic / texas history / unh / cbc / sportsnet / on the bus with cammi & aj / espn / texas history

[suburbanbonfire]

honey you got a big storm coming inspired by Jordan Peele's NOPE and particularly this poster design

(prints)

[mintens712]

need to know what happened prior to this hello

[puckinghischier]

had to come to THEE nico girlie for this, dad!nico thoughts?

seeing all this content of him with kids is really plaguing my brain rn, so this is the perfect way to get them OUT.

you had always said you weren’t interested in having kids. the thought scared you. someone depending on you, and solely on you, for everything? the thought of having to send your little creations off into the world, unprotected, no matter how grown they are? what if you were a bad mom? what if you couldn’t handle the pressure? what if your kid didn’t even like you?

the thoughts always swirled around in your head when someone would ask when you and nico planned on starting a family. your response of “oh…we don’t know. whenever it happens!” flying out of your mouth like habit at this point.

until you started tagging along to all these youth events with him. seeing him interact with the kids, older or younger, how gentle he was with each one, giving each their own time with his undivided attention. he always got eye level with him, making sure he could give them his undivided attention. he’d entertain all these silly questions and answer them in stride. he’d ruffle their hair and treat them so delicately your brain started to shift a little.

maybe, just maybe, you could handle motherhood. as long as it was nico you had by your side.

so, when you decided to start trying for a baby, and you found yourself staring down at the positive pregnancy test in your hands, you didn’t feel as anxious as you once would have. seeing the excitement on nico’s face sparked your own excitement, ready to experience this with him.

you really think he was made to be a father. the way he was jumping over hurdles to try and make it to every single appointment he possibly could with you. the late night snack runs he never complained about making, even if he’d just played a rough game. the way he’d come in after hard days, flopping down wherever you sat and laid his head on your growing belly, whispering swiss-german to your belly—a result of him claiming you were eavesdropping on his very private conversations with your unborn child—warmed your heart to no end.

when he found out you were having a boy? oh, he was out buying every piece of the smallest hockey equipment he could get his hands on. tiny pads, tiny skates, the cutest little helmet you’d ever seen. he was going to be prepared. your child was going to end up knowing how to skate before he could walk, at this rate.

but nothing compares to when you actually give birth. nico was such a godsend in the delivery room. you managed to plan it perfectly, giving birth during his off season, so there was never any question as to if he’d be there with you. he never left your side. he got you as many ice chips as you desired, brushed your hair for you when your contractions were at their worst and exhausted you. he managed to place his large body into the hospital bed with you, rubbing soothing circles into your lower back before you were able to get an epidural.

he was whispering encouragements the entire time you were pushing, giving every bit of his focus to you. this was the last time you were his only priority, your son could wait until he was present in the world before he stole all of your attention from him away, he thought.

but once nico heard the sweetest little cry ring out in the room, he knew he was a goner. he stayed attached to you until they were done giving care to your son, but the second he was able to see him, all snuggled up to your chest, he never wanted to look at another sight in his life.

something you never thought about when making decisions about having kids is how much you’d love simply watching nico as a dad. you love your son with everything in you, but watching nico care for and be a dad to your son, was the best part.

nico has always been gentle, but nothing to compared to how he is with your own child. the care with which he holds him, picks him and lays him down, and transfers him to someone else makes you want to burst into tears. how proud he is not only of you, but now of your child, is dizzying. the beaming smile on his face when he sends a picture to his team groupchat is something you’ll never get tired of seeing.

you can’t wait to watch your son grow, but you’re looking forward to watching nico raise your son along side you even more.

[bananananurr]

here have an art dump 🗿

[pencilnewt]

jersey devil

[three-headed-monster]

luke hughes | post-wjc 2022 1.0

[noried]

some stars sketches over the course of a few months :3